ASPEC - Ripper

I always bring my Visa on my morning run through Central Park and I always pass the ASPEC chamber to see who is climbing into it.

Sometimes I stop on my way back and listen to the muffled moans and screams, other times I watch people waiting in line or climbing in. The ones waiting are usually turned inward, contemplating their choices I suppose. The ones climbing in usually look pale and scared. I’ve learned watching this every morning that even though people choose to climb into the ASPEC to experience their particular assisted suicide, impending death is always terrifying.

The reason I bring my Visa is because one day; when my mood is just right when I find myself there; I’m going to climb into the chamber myself.

Does that surprise you?

I know you think I have the perfect life; I’m young, healthy, told I'm pretty, have a good job that pays well, blah-blah-blah. But what you don’t see is the long bouts of grey depression and the feelings of hopelessness that grip me when I’m alone in my apartment. And the worst of all; feeling numb, both physically and emotionally

I’m always alone. I’ve never found a partner who can tolerate my mood swings, and none of them can satisfy me sexually. No matter how skilled my lovers have been, I’ve always wanted more, and what I want no sane man or woman is willing to give me.

I crave intensity. I crave pain that breaks through the numbness. Not the pedestrian spanking, nipple clamp pain, but full on searing pain deep inside me. Ever since I learned about Die Happy and visited their website I’ve fantasized about the most intense method they could offer; complete evisceration, being opened and emptied in the last moments of my life.

There was a girl who I saw waiting her turn for the ASPEC a few weeks ago. She looked sad, but determined. I smiled at her as I ran past because I admired her; she had made the decision to make her death dreams come true, where I was still hesitating.

When I finished my loop and was on my way back, I saw that she was gone and I assumed was inside the chamber, with the girls who hung around the ASPEC to listen. sitting on the grass, masturbating. They called themselves the Ghoul Girls; voyeuristic but harmless.

I walked over and saw on the display panel that the girl had chosen impalement. Hot and sweaty from my morning run I put my ear to the blue cover of the chamber to listen. I could hear her ecstasy and her pain; her screams and her violent regurgitation; and finally the voice of the machine telling her to let go and to sleep. When it was over, I heard her body drop into the cremation chamber under the base of the ASPEC and felt the heat through my sneakers as she was burned to ash. I discovered I had slipped my right hand into my sweaty shorts and was masturbating as I listened to her die.

Does that make me a horrible person?

This morning as I took the right turn onto the path that comes closest to the ASPEC, I came upon three young women gathered in the dappled morning sunshine; one was videoing a blond girl who was sitting on a park bench with her thighs wide open while another friend finger banging her. I could smell the booze and stale sweat coming off them, and all three were giggly and a little unsteady. They had been partying all night and were finishing off in the park.

“Looks like the end of a fun night.” I said as I stopped and smiled at them, bending over with my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I am always curious about happy people; how they managed it, how they made themselves happy.

“Yeah, celebrating. We just had our farewell breakfast, but it’s not over yet.” the one filming said, “Alexis is finishing herself off in the ASPEC this morning. Lauren is getting her ready.”

“A little fluffing?” I observed.

“Yep.” said the girl, “I’m Sierra, by the way.”

“Hi. I’m Kath ... Katherine.” I said, squeezing the fingers of the hand Sierra offered, “How is she going out?”

Sierra snorted a laugh, “Well, believe it or not, our sweet little Alexis wants to go out in agony. She wants to be eviscerated - gutted like a trout.”

“Hard core.” I said, suppressing a little quiver of excitement that stirred in my lower belly, “I’ve dreamed about evisceration too.”

Sierra looked up at me for the first time. “Why?” she asked.

“Why choose pain?”

“Pain. And that.” Sierra says running a finger down my belly through my sweaty top.

“I figure you only get one death, so might as well make it spectacular.” I said, "Can you imagine how that would feel?"

“But the pain ...”

“Yeah. I’ve been known to get off on it.” I admit, “And I want so much more.”

“To see how much you can take?” Sierra sounded like she was starting to get it.

“Something like that.” I said, shrugging, “I think it’s more like wanting to be pushed past my limits. To feel pain so intense that I’m overwhelmed. Sounds like that’s where Alexis is at too.”

“Yeah. It’s all she’s talked about to Blaire and I all night.” Sierra said, “You know, she’s always been our little sad-sack, but since she made up her mind she’s been happy as a smurf.”

Despite knowing the seriousness of what Alexis was about to do to herself, I laughed.

“I’m not kidding, all she talked about was how intense it will feel to get her belly opened up with the ASPEC’s razor saw, and how it will feel to have her guts pulled out, loop by loop.” Sierra said and shuddered, “Not my thing, that’s for sure.”

“Well, I hope it turns out to be everything she wants.” I said and patted Sierra on the shoulder as I rose, “And it’s awesome that you two are being so supportive of her.”

“Thanks.” said Sierra, continuing to video her friends as I resumed my jog.

As I traversed the park on my usual route, I couldn’t get Alexis out of my head; such an innocent looking young girl wanting the same brutal experience that I did. It would be the last thing she felt, her final moments alive, and I admit that the crotch of my shorts was getting steamy thinking about it.

At the far end of the park I found Monty and his blended yoghurt stand. He was doing solid sales to early-birds in business suits who didn’t have time for a regular breakfast as they scurried to work.

I was feeling horny, so I decided to treat myself ... well, bloat myself.

I always loved that overfilled belly feeling, fluid sloshing back up my gullet as I ran. It was so perversely sexual, and vomiting up that foaming slurry when I got home was bliss. I ordered a triple peach which was a litre of sweet, smooth goodness. I started trotting back toward home via the ASPEC trail sucking from my peach yoghurt and feeling the expanding coldness in my belly.

I drank it fast so I could resume my run. I loved jogging with a full belly, feeling it churn and foam and expand inside me.

Jogging back and feeling the weight of my bloated stomach sloshing like a pendulum inside my belly as it expanded made me even hornier, So when the ASPEC came into view and I saw that Blaire and Sierra were gone and Alexis nowhere in sight I knew she was inside so I slowed and approached.

The Ghoul Girls sitting on the grass beside the chamber looked a bit traumatized, but all three were squirmy and I could smell their arousal thick in the air. Muffled thumps and shrieks were coming from inside the ASPEC.

“She’s not doing well in there.” one Ghoul Girl said, and I saw she was trembling.

"It's a new program." said the next.

"It's called The Ripper." said the third.

I stepped closer to the ASPEC and pressed my ear to the lid; it was a surreal experience. It was a beautiful sunny morning with birds singing and the distant sounds of traffic as people went about their lives, while inside the chamber a girl was enduring a prolonged violent assisted suicide.

Alexis’ voice was raw. Loud, and guttural as she reacted wildly to what the ASPEC was doing to her. I could hear servomotors and her cries as it worked her body. When I first pressed my ear to the ASPEC I wasn’t sure but I thought she cried out; “Cumming!” and after that screams from the Ripper doing its number on her.

As I listened to the servo motors working on her belly, I could only imagine what was happening to her body. Her cries sounded sexual in a sadomasochistic way. I could hear her knees and elbows thumping against the sides of the chamber, and it was hard to tell if her cries were sexual or pure pain, but I’m pretty sure she was getting what she wanted because at no time did she beg it to stop.

Alexis was overwhelmed; exactly what she wanted; an intense and brutal, sexual death. Exactly what I wanted.

“She’s okay.” I told the girls in a reassuring voice, “Alexis is getting what she asked for.”

I glanced down at the message panel summary and saw that she had indeed selected 'The Ripper - manual internal organ removal’ and I have no doubt that Alexis was enduring torturous pain like none she’d ever felt before, but was also succumbing to an invasive sexual intensity in her final moments as ASPEC took her belly apart.

Visions of Alexis being fingered by her friend on the park bench blended with imagining that the thumps were her trying to brace her arms and knees against the sides of the chamber as servo-guided grippers pulled parts of her out of her open belly.

Near the end of her torturous experience all four of us heard her clearly cry out; “... cumming! ...”, as though she was trying to reassure anyone listening that she'd reached her orgasmic goal. By the sounds she made it was a gut-wrenching, toe-curling whopper.

One of the girls looked up at me with wide eyes and I nodded; Alexis was experiencing intense orgasms that she traded the rest of her life for.

But there was another orgasm to come that was even more powerful; she began to violently regurgitate as the Ripper palpated her stomach from the inside. I felt a quivering sexual clenching deep in the bottom of my own belly and shiver-bumps over my bum and up my back imagining how that felt.

Each prolonged, ejaculatory convulsion was guttural and throaty. Alexis wasn't straining, she was experiencing a violent bliss having her stomach squeezed empty by the robotic hand working deep inside her belly. It was the sound we make after a strenuous sexual workout; completely sated and weak with afterglow.

She fell silent a few seconds after the last sustained gurgling and all I could hear was the birds in the nearby trees and the distant traffic.

Alexis had gone out the way she chose; determined and overwhelmed.

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I stepped back as the four of us listened to the muffled sounds of Alexis’ body being dropped into the cremation chamber under the base of the ASPEC, and the sounds of the self-cleaning mechanism inside the machine. After we heard the ‘phump’ of the flames catching and the muffled roar as Alexis’ body was reduced to ash, one girl laid her hands on the base of the ASPEC.

“I can feel her heat.” she said in a quiet, awed voice, a faltering smile dancing on her lips.

I had a different reaction, more of an existential one. Alexis had just planned and carried out the end of her life; the climax of her experience on this world. Her final moments were beyond any scale of physical intensity, a sharp and bright end to her short sad life, and in those last few seconds she experienced something few would ever feel before death took her; waves of ecstatic pleasure/pain that exploded in her body and sole.

She died young at the peak of physical sensation, given the experience of actually feeling her belly dismantled, knowing through it all that she would come to an end and be released from her years of being a 'sad sack'. And now she was lost in oblivion and her body is being reduced to its base components and given back to the universe. Alexis went from complete immersion of the hot taste of life to sweet tranquility inside this wish-granting chamber.

For me everything crashed down in that moment. My whole life, my entire existence, my desires, my sexuality, my sadness, and my crushing hopelessness looking forward to a cloudy future of aging and misery that only I could avoid right here, right now. I felt all the muscles in my belly and crotch tighten as I imagined what lay inside the chamber

With trembling hands I dug into the pocket of my sweat-wet shorts and pulled out my Visa. It's a sudden decision that took me years to arrive at; hearing Alexis' final moments did it.

I’m going to do it.

The time is now ...

I want what Alexis just experienced; everything she felt.

I feel shiver-bumps dancing up my thighs and bum, tingling their way up my flanks and belly to pucker my nipples and wash over my face and scalp as I start keying in my information on the message panel. I key in ‘Ripper’ and the image of a mechanical hand appears with options for the incision; midline - mound to sternum; lapcut - across the bikini line; or internal - across the floor of the vagina.

Swallowing past a lump in my throat I choose lapcut, opening me across my bikini line so the hand would play with my vagina on its way deeper inside me.

By the time I am done and authorized payment, I feel feverish and dizzy, somewhat dissociated. My legs are weak and the peach yoghurt I drank is heavy in my belly. But I am aroused; so very aroused; craving the intensity of is about to happen to me. The girls have stood up and are watching me with expressions of shock and surprise.

“You’re doing it?” one asks. She is breathless, wide-eyed, and I know; aroused.

I nod as she looks at the message panel.

“Jesus Christ.” she gasps in awe. Another covers her mouth with one hand and reaches out with the other to touch my shoulder.

“... oh my god ...” she whispers in a trembling voice, “You’re going in after hearing that?”

I reach up and pat her fingers as the heavy door of the ASPEC chamber opens for me, my hands trembling badly.

“I'm going in because I heard that.” I tell her.

She hugs me, pressing her face against my chest. The warmth of her body makes my heart ache; I will never again feel human contact once I climb into the chamber.

“It's okay that we stay? Listen?” she whispers.

“Yes.” I gasp, suddenly feeling breathless, “I want you to hear me.”

My muscles are growing weaker by the second as inescapable fear floods my body. My legs are shaking and I feel my armpits become slick with fear-sweat; the skunky smell rising as my body heats up. This is becoming so real, not just an idle thought as I jog past anymore, now I am going to climb into the ASPEC to be slaughtered and I’m scared.

So fucking scared.

The girl releases her hug and seeing my trembling steadies me as I try to climb into the chamber. I feel awkward and uncoordinated, the heel on my sneaker catching on the edge. I step back and kick my sneakers off, then try again and whimper. I’m still awkward, still uncoordinated and needing the girls to help me in; hands on my body, hands on my thighs and bum. At last I roll in and flop down onto the padded cradle that I will die on.

I settle into the damp padded cushions as best I can, feeling the warmth from Alexis’ body and look up at the girls as the chamber door lowers. One blows me a kiss and in that moment I feel a craving for kinship with these girls; Alexis’ witnesses ... my witnesses. I want to feel them again, I want to be with them; a deep aching need for human touch that I know will be absent once the ASPEC machine starts in on me. But knowing they will hear me is a comfort.

The chamber seals and the smells hit me; I can smell the strong musky scent of Alexis’ arousal mingled with the sour odour of her vomit, the sweetness of her shit, and the coppery scent of her blood.

Oh god, she was taken apart in here.

“Welcome to the ASPEC chamber, Katherine.” a disembodied female voice echos in the closeness of the chamber, “You may call me Asp if you like. My job is to carry out your selections to ensure you experience your arousal and assisted suicide exactly as you planned it.”

I knew the APSPEC was driven by a sophisticated AI computer, but I didn’t expect it to talk to me like a person.

“You have chosen a very invasive end of life experience that is guaranteed to be overwhelming for you.” Asp went on, “If at any time you wish to bring your experience to an end you may say “kill me”, “make it stop”, or even “do me now”, and I will end your life as quickly and as painlessly as possible.”

I wonder if I will choose to cut it short instead of the brutal end I’ve chosen - will I be strong enough to take it all the way? Or will I punk out when it gets rough and just want oblivion?

“Is there anything you would like to ask before we begin?” Asp asks me.

“Show me the Ripper.” I ask her and I hear servomotors and the click of a door opening and look down as I my open thighs. An articulated robotic arm emerges from the darkness under me with a mechanical hand on its end. The hand on the arm is closed into a fist, but as I watch it opens and demonstrates its range of motion. It's a wonder of mechanical design; a hand with three thick fingers and a thumb, approximations of a human hand, each appendage made up of three smooth lobes each representing a thick finger. It flexes open and closed, the wrist turning and bending.

"Show me the blade." I whisper, and the hand lifts, palm toward me. A razor protrude from the middle finger, spins with a hissing sound then retracts.

“Tear my clothes off.” I gasp, and the hand reaches up and grasps the neckline of my top and rips the thin fabric effortlessly, splitting it down over my belly. Then slides its fingers into the waistband of my jshorts and pulls downward pulling them over my bum and ripping them in two at the crotch.

"How deep inside me can it go?" I ask Asp.

Immediately the hand extends a finger and traces a line up the centre line of my belly. It's slick with lubricant and vibrates softly with a low hum, the hardness of its fingertip slithering over my skin. When it reaches my sternum it begins to vibrate more intensely as it slides first to my left nipple, then my right, pinching and making them both tingle and pucker tighter.

"What areas do you want the hands to explore once it's inside you?" Asp asks me in her silky voice.

I can't answer, feeling breathless and shaky.

"Playing with your sex organs from the inside, perhaps?"

"Yes." I say and shudder, "And exploring my bowels, exploring my stomach."

“What organs would you like me to stimulate?”

Holy fuck.

“... all of them ...” I whisper, and hearing the breathless apprehension in my voice.

“And which ones shall I remove?”

I shudder, “My guts.” I say, "Pull them out of me."

“Do you want me to induce vomiting? I detect that your stomach is filled with fluid, it can add to the overwhelming pleasure of the experience.”

I am still shaking, imagining what is about to be done to me, wondering if it will be too much.

“... y-yes ...” I gasp, committing to it all.

"As you wish." Asp says as the hand withdraws and lower itself back into the shadows between my thighs.

"We will begin the arousal stage now."Asp says, and I feel a finger and thumb press into my cunt and rectum at the same time, my chest rising and falling as I am penetrated, "Just push the button under your right hand when you're ready for the final sequence to begin, Katherine."

Between my oily cunt leaking out over my asshole and the lubricant on the mechanical fingers, the long digits slide in effortlessly, and I feel the bump of each lobe as it fucks its way into my cunt and bumhole simultaneously.

“I will provide you sexual pleasure. If you do not push the activation switch by the end of ten minutes, your final sequence will begin automatically.” Asp’s annoyingly pleasant voice explains.

“... I get it ...” I say breathlessly, squeezing down on the mechanical fingers inside me, “... now shut up and fuck me ...”

I discover that the fingers inside me can also make themselves longer as they press ever deeper into my cunt and my rectum, taking my breath away as they slide in and out. I feel the ache as the fingers press the mouth of my cervix upward into my uterus, and delve deep up my bum to straighten my rectum and squeeze into my sigmoid colon.

Then the vibrations begin and they are so deep and so powerful that when the fingers begin to fuck me, sliding back and forth inside my long belly the sensations are more than I expected, I know I will push the switch long before my ten minute deadline is up. I am already so aroused and want to feel those fingers moving inside my belly. I want what Alexis got and more. Oh god, I want this machine to pull me apart.

The fingers work me deep and slow, moving inside me, spreading apart to stretch the inside of my cunt and rectum, then pulling outward and making it feel like they’re going to pull my sex organs right out of me through the jiggling cheeks of my bum. As a knuckle in my cunt grinds against my g-spot I am shaking badly, already feeling overwhelmed by what it's doing to me.

Within seconds I’m on the verge of orgasm yet afraid to cum yet in case it robs me of any pleasure I may find in what will ultimately happen to me, but I can’t help myself and start squirming around these invasive mechanical fingers and crying out as I try to fight off my orgasm. Now I know why Alexis was crying out and screaming even before the ASPEC cut her belly open and began its serious wet work inside her.

This mechanical foreplay is more invasive than anything I’d felt before and the thought that it is just getting started on me makes me shudder and sends fresh waves of shiver-bumps all over my body and scalp. I am feeling these hard finger inside my body in orifices that have been penetrated many times before and trying to imagine what it will feel like once the entire hand is inside my belly and pulling things that have never even been touched before out of me.

As I squirm and shiver a segmented curtain descends over my upper belly in anticipation of the cutting to stop the blood from spraying up across my face.

Die Happy thinks of everything.

But my orgasm rises suddenly and escapes my control, it is shocking and powerful and I feel my toes curl and cramp as it rushes upward from my lower belly to explode inside me and make me cry out nonsensically; “... ugh! ... can I ... CU-UM?” it comes out like a question; I was trying to ask Asp if I was allowed to orgasm and not lose my deep arousal, but my mind is a riot of confusion. I desperately want it to slow down so I can regroup and get ready for the final assault on my body, but I know that is impossible now.

When I first lay down I thought I would experience a gentle build of arousal and at some point consciously surrender as I pressed the button to signal it to gut me, but the ASPEC has seized my body and invaded it deeply and terribly in the form of a welcomed rape, taking away my control completely, turning me into a squirming, cumming slut. I almost press the button to finish it but I stop myself; I am eager for it to end, but terrified that it will end too soon. I wanted to be overwhelmed and I am getting my wish even before my assisted suicide starts.

My orgasm continues to come in waves, rippling from my overstretched cunt and rectum up my bloating belly as my hand hovers over the button that will start my evisceration and end my life.

But I am terrified. Will it continue to be orgasmic, or will the pain rob me of all enjoyment? The fingers are causing damage inside me and I know that doesn’t matter anymore; I feel one of the fingers stretch my cervix open and slide into my uterus, bruising it and ruining it forever as the one in my bowels curls back on itself, making my belly cramp and ache as it stretches delicate tissue inside me. I can feel fluid gurgling in my bowels as everything inside me liquefies.

I can’t go on. I want it to end before I lose my mind, and maybe this is what it is programmed to do; to manipulate our bodies until we slap the button in desperation just to end this sexual torture.

If I beg it to stop and let me out I will never have the courage to come back here again and get what I dreamed about the first time I pressed my ear to this chamber and heard a girl crying out as her body was destroyed.

It's now or never.

Committing to it, I slap my hand down on the button and hear/feel a loud clunk in the machinery below me as a relay switch drops into place and I feel the fingers and thumb pull out of me making my rectum and cunt feel suddenly hollow. Then the hand presses against my crotch.

This is it!

I arch my back and press my lower belly outward and spread my thighs wide to meet the hand once more. I hear the hiss of the spinning blade before I feel the cutting.

Oh god, it’s happening.

I want the pain of the cut to calm the storm in my body so I can slump and savour the deep invasion of my belly by the hand, but that is not to be. I feel the blade sizzle its icy way across my lower belly just above my pubic bone and I feel skin, fat, and muscle release.

Oh, fuck ... I'm open.

The blade is gone and the lobed fingers and thumb slide inside me, my incision an open pocket allowing it into my belly. I feel it close over my bladder and squeeze as piss sprays my inner thighs, then it wraps around my cunt and begins to massage and squeeze and I'm cumming.

Oh god, I'm cumming.

My cunt is cramping as the hand widens and crowds inside, the fingers pushing deep. I feel it squeeze my rectum then slide upward, circling its hard fingers around my sigmoid colon, squeezing and stroking it like I would stroke a man’s cock. Meanwhile I am being gut-fucked by its lobed forearm; its bulges grinding my g-spot.

Whoever designed this thing was a sexual genius.

These sensations are overwhelming and so invasive. I squirm, swear, scream as the bumps in the forearm grind my cunt as it masturbates my gurgling bowels. I don’t know if it is an orgasm I am feeling or just the impossible sensations of Asp working its hand busily inside the tight confines of my belly.

The hand is moving deeper and I feel its hard knuckles deforming my once flat stomach as it reaches for my descending colon. It grips and I feel the thin tissues that have kept it attached on the left side of my belly ripping painlessly as it's pulled to my midline then downward.

Feeling that thick rope of bowel slithering out of the slit at the bottom of my belly is shocking. Feeling its rubbery wetness slopping over my crotch and my inner thighs is pure insanity. I'm being gutted alive.

But before I can accept this new reality, the hand plunges deep inside me once more, this time gripping my transverse colon that runs across the top of my belly just under my stomach.

I gag and heave as its knuckles accidentally stroke across the underside of my bloated stomach and I vomit up a mouthful of yoghurt that is foamy and sweet. I am worried by the gurgling and cramping in my bowels as the assault inside my belly continues and I struggle not to shit myself. Then I question why I'm fighting it? What do I care? I will never face any embarrassment when this is over. After my assisted suicide is complete and my heart beats its last I'll be dropped into the base of the ASPEC and all evidence will be incinerated into non-existence.

So I let go. I let it all go, and feel my anus gape wide and my rectum pushes out of that once tight ring of muscle, prolapsing, popping and squirting as trapped air and fluid burbles from me, and that surrender feels so sweet and so final.

The smells from my body fill this tight chamber; the musky exotic scent of my cunt; the sweet slurry I regurgitate in little gushes; the body sweat and skunky sharpness from my armpits; and the sweet smell of my own open bowels.

It seems to go on forever as I am submerged in a sea of orgasmic pain while the hand at the top of my abdomen reaches deeper seizing and massaging my kidneys then my liver, then grips my ascending colon and pulls it from me, dragging my thick large intestine right out of my belly, reaching back in and pulling ropes of my small intestine out as well.

I scream and gasp and gurgle up foamy yoghurt and bile as my body revolts against the riot of sensations inside me. The ASPEC is pulling me apart just like I asked it to. I descend into a quivering mass of bliss, losing myself in this exquisite torture.

The ASPEC must be monitoring my vitals, because just as I start to feel a cold lightness and my small world rotates backwards like that feeling I get lying in bed while being too drunk, I feel the hand grip my cunt and start squeezing gradually harder, my g-spot throbbing under the pressure, sending waves of orgasm through me that continue even when it lets go.

As it slides deep once more, its fingers slip under my half full stomach. Those fingers tickle the tight sack causing it to quiver and send a blissful gurgling up my gullet, and me reacting by arching my back. I vomit and gurgle, gripped in this terrible ecstasy, each manipulated regurgitation like an orgasmic total body ejaculation.

I feel myself fading now, my heart starting to flutter, losing its ability to sustain my life, and as I gasp in my last desperate breaths, I feel the hand cup my stomach and the fingers and thumb close then squeeze it ever tighter, emptying my stomach up my throat like it emptied my bowels between the flaccid cheeks of my bum, and my final orgasm rushes through me from asshole to throat.

This is the sweet torturous orgasmic storm that I listened to Alexis endure.

Then all at once the hand releases my stomach and strangely I hear myself laugh as I empty my lungs for the final time.

Bliss.

Sweet bliss.

I fade gently now, spent and happy in my dying as the Ripper withdraws from my ruined belly. I am in a limbo between life and death as my heart flutters in my chest, feeling like it's being tickled.

My last sensation is slipping downward as the cradle opens and drops me into the cremation chamber. I'm only dimly aware when I hear the phump and feel the warmth.

I hope the Ghoul Girls were aroused as they listened to me be opened and emptied by the Ripper.

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